the wounds by her hand
faces are melting from the heat ing the
infirmery fires burn the corpses as
she leaves tears upon the table
her hands are cursed with flame

the last words he said leave a stain
thees flames scorch childrens stories
i'm caged inside a room with filled
buried inside this floor i can't
fucking breathe!
i am fucking suffocating!

never breathing with her i am so alone!
these are scars from the grip ov fate!
false purity brings me down...

mastery ov pain i see your face unfinished
amputation so many wounds as his skin
is wilting is see a face in the blackened days
as the staues wither away in this wind
my screams prolong unheard
i can't get out!

famous last word from the darkened
chalace upon the burning skull
the chaplet pu on the burning throne
prowess and praise disposed ov by thee
silent screams of the child buried by
their shame

whispers of the disappearing children
council held with fore thought of
her grip and disapearing children
dismembered bodies
graves dug up by...HIM!